No bed-clothes but the sail all wet,
Without straw, bolster, or a matt,
Where cows had lain all night before,
A poor palace without a door,
A bed of state, all wet with shern:
This may the great humil’ty learn.
Here they remain’d for nights two,
Until the storm did overblow:
And then for Stornaway set sail,
But meeting with a desp’rate gale,